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It was almost like the other sides forgot that Deceit could sense lies. Any kind of lie, one to yourself included. So when Deceit, Damian actually but that was private information, heard the soft whispers of a lie from the logical trait's room he got a bit worried. He stood from a small beanbag in the corner of his room, setting down a small 3-D puzzle he'd been working on and moving to the door. He slipped into the hall, quiet as normal. It wasn't all that late, maybe around nine-thirty, but everyone typically went to their rooms by nine. He stopped outside Logan's door, the whispers a bit louder now. He raised a gloved hand, always gloved to hide his extra scales, and knocked on the door. Logan opened it quickly.
His hair was out of place, messed up, due to running his hands through it like he was at the moment. His tie wasn't on, the top button of his polo undone and his shirt only half-tucked into his jeans. His glasses were still set on his face, clean as normal but his eyes had light circles around them and his eyes on their own were edging on being bloodshot. A glance into the room would reveal his desk cluttered, the only part of his room he ever let get messy, his bedsheets wrinkled, books out of place in his bookshelves, and his closet was wide open, the blanket nest he hid there in disarray. Deceit gave a breath, not waiting for Logan's permission to enter before doing so. Logan watched him blankly as Deceit replaced books on his shelves (organized by color, an interesting choice but a pleasant one nonetheless), closed his closet door, and lifted the blankets on Logan's bed. He blinked as Deceit snapped, managing to somehow change Logan's clothes from his normal attire to a hoodie, an almost replica of Virgil's, and sweatpants.
"Logan. Please, sleep. No matter what you keep telling yourself you need it." Deceit huffed lightly, watching as Logan just stood there, mouth open in light surprise. They made eye contact for a long moment before Logan sighed, moving toward the bed as told and sitting on the edge. He took his phone, still somehow in his pocket, and set it on the bedside table. He plugged in the charger, giving a soft breath as he climbed under his covers. Deceit watched quietly, before looking to Logan's shelves and grabbing a book. He sat next to Logan quietly, watching as Logan shifted to make room for him. Deceit patted Logan's head gently, before opening the book and beginning to read.
Logan, finally giving up, gave a breath and began to doze off as Deceit read. Deceit smiled gently once Logan fell asleep, setting the book down on his bedside table and standing. He left quietly, leaving Logan to his own devices.